Seems like Skamang and his allies haven’t endeared themselves to the rest of the crew, Hamil observed to Geran.
Geran straightened his shoulders and allowed himself a small smile. He’d been afraid that the crew would choose the devil they knew instead of the devil they didn’t. The Northman was a longtime veteran of Moonshark, after all, and no one had any doubts about his prowess or his ruthlessness. On the other hand, all they knew of “Aram” was that he knew how to use a blade and that he’d been caught in the middle of some sort of mischief during the watch. Based on that alone, he would have expected the crew to turn against him … but then he realized that no one on Moonshark missed Sorsil or Narsk, and Skamang would have been just as bad as the preceding captain in his own way.
“It looks like the vote’s in, Skamang,” said Geran. “I say I’m the captain. This is your last chance: Yield, or it’s over the side with you and yours. Alive or dead, I don’t much care.”
The Northman’s face darkened in fury, but he could count as well as Geran. He looked around the deck, and then he gave Geran a curt nod. “So be it. You’re the captain. But we’ll be watching you, Aram. Make one mistake, and you’ll see just how quickly those dogs on your side of the deck will turn against you.”
Geran held his eyes for a long moment and then looked around at the rest of the crew assembled on the deck. “Does anybody else take issue with me? Speak now, or hold your tongues later.”
The pirates looked at each other, but no one else stepped forward. Geran nodded. “I thought not,” he said. “Very well, then. Dagger is the new first mate. Vorr is the ship’s mage, as you’ve all seen by now. When they speak, they speak for me. Murkelmor, you’re the second mate. The midwatch is yours.”
“What about Khefen?” the dwarf asked.
“Take him below and lock him in his cabin. I’ll put him ashore the next time we make port. I’ve got no use for him, but he hasn’t done anything to me. You can take Sorsil’s cabin, Murkelmor.”
“Aye, Captain,” Murkelmor said.
Hamil sheathed his daggers, brushed the hair away from his eyes, and stepped out in front of the crew. “What are your orders, Captain?” he asked.
Geran glanced up at the sails, luffing awkwardly as Moonshark drifted downwind. The wind had shifted and strengthened during the last hour, coming around to the northwest. It was promising to be a blustery autumn day on the Moonsea, with a stiff wind that would make for fine sailing-if he didn’t have to sail straight into it, which it now seemed that he did. Already he suspected that the ship was too far east to make Hulburg without hours of laborious tacking. When he’d planned to abandon Moonshark and strike out for Hulburg in the ship’s boat, it would have suited his purposes quite well for the pirate galley to find itself adrift with a damaged rudder, unable to pursue him and too far away to join the attack on the city. Now, with the longboat gone but the ship at his command, he’d have to find a way to bring Moonshark to the shore somewhere near Hulburg. He could order the crew to the oars, but Geran wasn’t so sure of his position that he felt ready to try them with a long stint of rowing just yet.
“The first thing we need to do is repair the rudder,” Geran answered Hamil. “Until we get the rudder fixed, take in all sail. The Black Moon is gathering near the ruins of Seawave at sunset today. By my reckoning that’s a good ways north and west of us yet, and this wind is driving us farther east every minute.”
Rather ironic to order the repair of the rudder you sabotaged not an hour ago, don’t you think? Hamil told Geran with a small smirk. Then he turned to the crewmen around him. “You heard the captain!” he shouted. “First watch, get aloft and take in the sails! I don’t know about you lads, but I don’t want to spend all day rowing to Hulburg. Looting and pillaging’s no fun when your back’s sore and you’re dog-tired. Master Murkelmor, I know you’re a mate now, but you’re the best carpenter we’ve got on the ship. Have a look at the rudder, if you please.”
The crewmen started to move as Hamil badgered them. Some started aloft to begin reefing in the sails, while Murkelmor motioned for a couple of his fellows to join him on the quarterdeck. Two more men came up to carry Khefen below. Sarth leaned close to Geran. “You’d better have that cut tended,” he said in a low voice. “If you pass out on your feet, we might have to repeat the whole round of challenges.”
Geran lifted his hand from his side and saw blood on his palm. He winced and then looked around for Tao Zhe. The Shou cook was the closest the ship’s company had to a healer. “Tao Zhe! Fetch some hot water and your sewing kit,” he said. “Narsk left me something to remember him by.”
Murkelmor and his helpers began to lay out a new rudder cable. Geran didn’t bother to press him to hurry his repairs; the dwarf knew that the ship’s participation in the attack on Hulburg depended on regaining the ability to maneuver as soon as possible, and he drove his small crew of woodworkers and ropelayers as hard as they could be driven. Geran remained on the quarterdeck, watching Murkelmor work as Tao Zhe in turn worked on him. Narsk’s blade had left a deep gash, but he’d been lucky not to have worse. “I thought Narsk had killed you with this one,” the Shou told him as he stitched the wound. “You were fortunate this morning.”
“It’s not so bad.” Geran gritted his teeth against Tao Zhe’s work. He’d had his wounds sewn more than once, and each time it seemed worse than receiving the wound in the first place.
“Truly I did not expect you to move so quickly against Narsk when we left Zhentil Keep that morning,” Tao Zhe remarked. “Nor did I expect you to be adept in magic. You seem to be a man of hidden talents.”
“Narsk forced this fight on me. I had no intention of challenging him, but he left me with no choice.”
Tao Zhe nodded. “I am not greatly troubled, mind you-Narsk was not much of a seaman, and he was a greedy and vicious brute. Almost anybody would be a better captain than he was.”
Geran snorted. “My thanks for your confidence.”
The Shou smiled. He glanced around and leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “What really puzzles me is why Sorsil was attempting to leave the ship. It seems hard to believe that she would desert Moonshark without anything from her cabin, or that she would subdue the other two men on watch and hide them under a canvas but leave you and your friends free to stop her from going. I am not a very clever man, but it would seem much more likely to me that three men who’d only been aboard for a tenday were instead conspiring to steal the boat. But if that were the case, then I would still be left to wonder why they wanted to leave Moonshark. How strange that events transpired in the manner you described!”
Geran studied the old Shou carefully. It seemed unlikely that Tao Zhe was the only crewman aboard Moonshark entertaining such thoughts. “Speculation is pointless, Tao Zhe,” he said after a moment.
“Of course. But it is certainly not speculation to observe that you and your comrades are hardly the typical sellswords or outlaws who sail under the Black Moon.”
“What does the crew make of this, then?”
“Because they fear your magic, they will follow you for now,” Tao Zhe answered. “No one liked Narsk-or Sorsil. But you should watch your back. And you should not expect the crew to deal with challengers for you, not until you demonstrate that you are a captain worth following.”
“I understand.”